Atticus went from pink to bright red, mumbling, “I’m glad you like it.”
“Oh, I love it.” Jericho slanted his mouth across his, using his thumb to pull Atticus’s chin down so he could slip his tongue inside. “I want to fuck you,” Jericho said against his lips. “Now.”
Atticus shivered. “Okay.”
Jericho took his hand and led him back to the bedroom. In-between kisses, he stripped them of their clothes. When they were both naked, Jericho pushed him back on the bed, following him down to blanket his weight on top of him before capturing his mouth once more.
He took his time, relaxing Atticus with deep, drugging kisses that seemed to melt all the worry from him until he forgot to overthink everything, until there was nothing else in the world but Jericho. Was that greedy? He didn’t care. He needed to be his sole focus. The one person who knew the key to unlocking the real Atticus, equal parts brilliant killer and eager submissive.
But only for Jericho.
When he tore his lips away, Atticus lifted his head, trying to follow Jericho’s mouth, but he had other ideas. He slid off of Atticus, nudging him. “Roll onto your side for me.”
Atticus frowned, but then did as Jericho asked, rolling away from him. Jericho grabbed the lube that sat knocked over and forgotten on the side table, coating his fingers before settling in behind him. He dragged his teeth across Atticus’s shoulder, his hand dipping to the furrow between his cheeks. Atticus’s breath hitched at his touch. Jericho didn’t push his fingers, just teased around his entrance, until Atticus was pushing back on him, grunting in frustration.
Jericho chuckled low. “Want something?”
There was a moment’s hesitation before Atticus said, “You.”
Jericho brushed his lips against Atticus’s cheek. “Oh, I’m all yours, Freckles, no doubt about it.”
Atticus’s breathing became ragged at Jericho’s statement. “I’m… I’m yours, too.”
Jericho sank two fingers into the tight heat of Atticus’s body. “Yeah, you are. All mine. Just mine.”
Atticus made a helpless sound, trying to fuck himself on Jericho’s fingers.
“You always feel so goddamn good. I can never get enough of you.”
Atticus bent his top leg, letting it fall forward, clearly wanting more. Jericho ignored it for the moment, relishing the sucking heat of him, cock leaking at the knowledge that this was just for him. Nobody else would ever get this side of Atticus, only Jericho. He let his mouth explore whatever skin he found. The spot behind his ear, his shoulder, his cheek, his lips.
After a few minutes, Atticus whispered, “What are you waiting for?”
Jericho chuckled. “So impatient. What? You don’t like my fingers inside you?” he asked, spreading them a bit as he continued to work them in and out.
“You know I do,” he said, reaching around and grabbing Jericho’s dick rather aggressively, snugging it up against his entrance. “I just want this more.”
“You’re being very take charge tonight. I like it,” Jericho teased, batting his hand away to slick his cock. “But don’t forget who’s really in charge.”
Jericho thrust into him in one fluid motion, both of them groaning when he bottomed out. Jericho curled himself around Atticus, his lips trailing along the skin behind his ear. “This more to your liking?” he asked, lazily rolling his hips.
“Yeah,” Atticus said, voice raw. “But you could go faster.”
Jericho nipped at Atticus’s ear lobe. “I’ll move when I’m ready. I haven’t been inside you in almost twenty-four hours. Don’t want it to be over too quickly. Now, kiss me.”
Atticus craned his head enough for Jericho to capture his lips in a long, slow kiss that had him fucking his tongue into his mouth in time with his thrusts. “I swear you put some kind of spell on me,” Jericho murmured. “I’ve never in my life wanted anybody the way I do you. I’m not just saying that. I know you won’t believe me, but it’s true. I’m completely addicted to everything about you.”
Atticus shivered, goosebumps erupting along his skin, his breath quickening, but he didn’t say anything, just reached back and ran his hand along Jericho’s hip like he wanted him closer.
Closer was fine with Jericho. He’d wanted to take it slow, wanted to somehow convey with his body the shit he knew Atticus wasn’t ready to hear out loud. But it was near impossible, especially with Atticus spurring him on, pushing back on him with each thrust like he just couldn’t get him deep enough.
“Alright, Freckles. You win.”
He pulled out and pushed Atticus onto his back, slipping between his legs and catching him beneath the knees, practically bending him in half as he drove back into him.
This time, he set a brutal pace, hips slinging in and out hard and fast, as Atticus’s eyes fluttered closed, his mouth going slack, those breathy little grunts letting Jericho know he was doing something right.
He leaned down to kiss him before saying, “Touch yourself. I love to watch you jerk yourself off for me.”
